Title: Beauty Isn't Everything
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain.
.:a/n:. The first chapter isn't very good, but it gets better. I started this a while ago and had it on my other account. But I never go on that anymore, so I figured it'd be easier to just move it onto this one. Hope you like and don't forget to review.
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"Buffy, hurry up, we're going to be late for the pageant!" Joyce Summers yelled up the stairs.
She stood, purse slung over her bare shoulder, impatiently tapping her foot. A white and pink sundress covered her slimly mature body and her blonde hair curled right a top her shoulders. She looked much younger then her age, and had very few wrinkles, if none.
"I'll be right down, I'm just saying bye to Dawnie!" Buffy screamed back from the closed bedroom door.
Joyce stared off up the stairs for a few minutes before sighing and heading out the door. 'That child. She doesn't understand how lucky she is to be able to participate in these things. When I was a kid, I would have died to have the beauty she has.'
Upstairs . . .
"Buffy do you have to go?" Dawn asked her older sister.
Dawn was a petit girl, unlike her mother and sister's blonde colour hair; she had a beautiful, silky brown type that Buffy adored. Her big blue eyes stared at her sister with hope and longing. The two were best friends, even though they were a few years apart, they shared everything. Dawn hated when Buffy had to go away and she couldn't come, they were the worst few days of her life, spending them alone, with her grandparents.
"I'm sorry Dawnie, you know I don't want to. It's just . . . Mom puts a lot of money in to these things and it'd be hell if I didn't. I wish you could come, you also know that, but you cant. The organizers only allow contestants and their parents to stay at the motel, not their younger sisters. I'm sorry."
Buffy tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she watched her little sister fall back on the bed. She hated doing this, leaving her alone. It was horrible. 'If only Dawnie could go instead of mom. God, how much fun we'd have.' Truth be, she didn't even want to go to this dumb thing. So what, she had blonde hair, green eyes and was the perfect shape? That didn't mean she wanted to live out the life her mother couldn't.
"But I promise, I'll bring you something back."
"Yeah, whatever. I hope you win," Dawn said, sitting back up. "Not that you care much, but it'd be nice. Mom might actually leave you alone for awhile."
"Thanks Dawn, that means a lot," Buffy said. "Hug?"
Buffy reached out and wrapped her arms around the small frame of her sister. She pulled her tight, and gave her a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
"Bye." Dawn said.
"I'll call you when I get there, okay?"
"Okay."
"Sisters."
"Forever."
Buffy smiled before bouncing out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the car that waited, unfortunately, with her mother inside.
"All set for the . . ."
"Beauty pageant, yeah, as I was weeks ago when you entered me in that one," Buffy sighed, buckling her seatbelt.
"Could you at least try and act like it's important?"
"But its not."
"It is Buffy, this one pageant could change your life, my life."
Buffy looked out her window and muttered under her breath, "I don't have a life, mother, you stole my life."
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Buffy Summers is a beauty pageant queen. Nineteen-year-old Spike is the boyfriend of one. The two meet at a pageant in Hawaii and share one intimate moment. Unfortunately, the two must go their separate ways after that and think they will never meet again . . . Or will they? Hmm . . .
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Spike, Buffy, Harmony, Angel, Joyce, blah, blah, they all belong to Joss Whedon and his brain.
.:a/n:. The first chapter isn't very good, but it gets better. I started this a while ago and had it on my other account. But I never go on that anymore, so I figured it'd be easier to just move it onto this one. Hope you like and don't forget to review.
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"Buffy, hurry up, we're going to be late for the pageant!" Joyce Summers yelled up the stairs.
She stood, purse slung over her bare shoulder, impatiently tapping her foot. A white and pink sundress covered her slimly mature body and her blonde hair curled right a top her shoulders. She looked much younger then her age, and had very few wrinkles, if none.
"I'll be right down, I'm just saying bye to Dawnie!" Buffy screamed back from the closed bedroom door.
Joyce stared off up the stairs for a few minutes before sighing and heading out the door. 'That child. She doesn't understand how lucky she is to be able to participate in these things. When I was a kid, I would have died to have the beauty she has.'
Upstairs . . .
"Buffy do you have to go?" Dawn asked her older sister.
Dawn was a petit girl, unlike her mother and sister's blonde colour hair; she had a beautiful, silky brown type that Buffy adored. Her big blue eyes stared at her sister with hope and longing. The two were best friends, even though they were a few years apart, they shared everything. Dawn hated when Buffy had to go away and she couldn't come, they were the worst few days of her life, spending them alone, with her grandparents.
"I'm sorry Dawnie, you know I don't want to. It's just . . . Mom puts a lot of money in to these things and it'd be hell if I didn't. I wish you could come, you also know that, but you cant. The organizers only allow contestants and their parents to stay at the motel, not their younger sisters. I'm sorry."
Buffy tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she watched her little sister fall back on the bed. She hated doing this, leaving her alone. It was horrible. 'If only Dawnie could go instead of mom. God, how much fun we'd have.' Truth be, she didn't even want to go to this dumb thing. So what, she had blonde hair, green eyes and was the perfect shape? That didn't mean she wanted to live out the life her mother couldn't.
"But I promise, I'll bring you something back."
"Yeah, whatever. I hope you win," Dawn said, sitting back up. "Not that you care much, but it'd be nice. Mom might actually leave you alone for awhile."
"Thanks Dawn, that means a lot," Buffy said. "Hug?"
Buffy reached out and wrapped her arms around the small frame of her sister. She pulled her tight, and gave her a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
"Bye." Dawn said.
"I'll call you when I get there, okay?"
"Okay."
"Sisters."
"Forever."
Buffy smiled before bouncing out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the car that waited, unfortunately, with her mother inside.
"All set for the . . ."
"Beauty pageant, yeah, as I was weeks ago when you entered me in that one," Buffy sighed, buckling her seatbelt.
"Could you at least try and act like it's important?"
"But its not."
"It is Buffy, this one pageant could change your life, my life."
Buffy looked out her window and muttered under her breath, "I don't have a life, mother, you stole my life."